Who was it that said Carol was avoiding Daryl because she couldn't hide from him and that Carol was pretending with Tobin? Was that you?
Thank you for the ask ❤️
To answer your question - I think the majority of Carylers theorized about that scenario because we all tried so hard to understand the palpable separation between Carol and Daryl before TWD “Same Boat”. Cutting off a close dynamic like CARYL would need to have a pretty big reason to make it justifiable and since so many of us are in tune with Carol’s emotional process it became obvious that Carol in Alexandria wasn’t the ‘real’ Carol. She was pretending and trying to figure out a way to fit in and become someone ‘else’.
With Daryl and Carol being so close, it made sense that she would have a more difficult time pretending with him and in front of him. Tobin didn’t know Carol in the same way - he didn’t see the real Carol completely because she didn’t want him to see her. He saw a mask. A woman transitioning and struggling to balance her compassionate, nurturing side with the side that killed to keep her loved ones safe. She could hide that with Tobin but not with Daryl.
Daryl strips the mask off and Carol needed the separation to find out how to do that on her own. How to make peace with it.
Thankfully Melissa McBride validated that in every interview and on Talking Dead in a very explicit fashion. I’ve done a few meta pieces on it before TWD “Same Boat” episode but I know for a fact that @onedayyoujustchange nailed Carol’s mindset perfectly. There were others as well - @ikkleosu, @raptured-night, @ripleytwd,@rockinarounduniverseetc (many more). Basically most Carol/Caryl fans sensed what was going on.
When you love something as much as we love Carol, from time to time we end up nailing something down beautifully. Carol avoiding Daryl led to her admission that she wasn’t okay and from the previews for 614 it looks like that’s all it took for them to start spending time together again.
No masks. Just Carol and Daryl, side by side, sitting and trying to figure things out. Only this time it’s together.
The day the transfer window closes is one of my favorites of the season.
The Premier League is always built on narrative, fantasy, and hope, but for the last 24 hours of the window that telenovela goes into overdrive: every football fan believes in leprechauns, dodos, unicorns and a top four finish.
combine on a cliche-ridden day in which the terms:
“Come and get me plea”
“Waiting for the fax to come through”
“Dream come true to return to my boyhood club”
This is a day propelled by middle-aged English football journalists who shamelessly work themselves into a frenzy before a live worldwide audience, frantically working their phones to fill the dead air, even as nothing is happening.
A day of rumors and gossip in which the EPL Becomes TMZ - and Twitter comes alight with rumors Andrea Pirlo has been seen at Newcastle airport, or that someone’s brother’s hairdresser’s dad works security at Manchester and has just escorted Arturo Vidal into the stadium.
A day in which the driver side car window reigns, a mysterious camera angle allowing the interviewee to cloak their intentions rather than shed light on them.
When clusters of acne-ridden English youths linger outside of stadia late at night, surrounding reporters as they break news. Like villagers ready to storm a castle. Proof there are some corners of England in which the medieval ages have never ended.
A day of domino effects – when one move will suddenly trigger a spasm of others – some which will be season altering, some sure to stink more than Cool Water.
Random Brazilian superstars jet into Manchester never quite sure if they have just signed for United or City.
When an Instagram photograph of incoming players wearing their new club colors can send grown men and women into raptures.
Some teams will acquire the missing piece they need to put them over the top.
Others will sabotage themselves with desperate last minute panic buys.
Still others will have their heart ripped out of them by teams higher up the food chain.
Disaster hangs over every fan like a guillotine blade.
At the same time, the delusion the cavalry is about to arrive never leaves you – especially if you are a striker-deprived Arsenal fan.
And that is what makes it such a special day: 24 hours lived suspended between doom and hope, agony and delirium – the distilled essence of football fandom.